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varying degrees, so today’s editorial to talk about this matter and everyday life we love

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In Shengda College of Economics, Trade and Management, Zhengzhou, Henan Province, a senior graduate student is working hard to review and endorse books in the library hall. She says she gets up around six o’clock every day and goes to bed near 11 o’clock in the evening.

She spends 12 hours studying every day. In order to prevent herself from dozing, she has to drink three or four packs of coffee every day, counting it out in one year. In all, I drank seven or eight hundred packs of coffee.

Postgraduate entrance examination is a very difficult thing, to prepare a lot of materials, but also have to work hard to review, while conquering their sleepiness,

in order to better review themselves, every day to drink three or four packs of coffee, a year to fold down to seven or eight hundred packs.

Every evening to study to about 10 o’clock, and then get up at 6 o’clock every morning, study for 12 hours, for their own future is still very hard ah. After all, after feeding the living space in society, we must rise well.

Recently, the postgraduate entrance examination has aroused heated discussion on the Internet. Some Netizens feel that the postgraduate entrance exam is a waste of time, while some netizens feel that the postgraduate entrance exam is a further polishing of their own, after all, the sharpening knife does not mistakenly chopper, in order to pay a higher salary in the future, it is better to improve themselves.

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